I am a stranger to myself.
I hear my tongue speak, but my ears find that voice strange.
I may see my hidden self laughing, crying, defiant frightened, and thus does my being become enamored of my being and
Thus my soul begs my soul for explanation.
But....
I remain unknown, hidden, shrouded in fog, veiled in silence.
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